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'Very thoroughly done, replied the gentleman, as he took his hat from her. 'You can go up to Mr Fledgeby as soon as you like, said the lady, moving haughtily away. 'Oh! And you can take these three pieces of stick with you, added the gentleman politely, 'and say, if you please, that they come from Mr Alfred Lammle, with his compliments on leaving England. Mr Alfred Lammle.
She had established an attraction over the shrinking nature upon which her smiling eyes were fixed, for Georgiana held her hand while she answered in a secret and half-frightened tone: 'Don't forget me when you are gone away. And come again soon. Good night! Charming to see Mr and Mrs Lammle taking leave so gracefully, and going down the stairs so lovingly and sweetly.
Mr Lammle, who had found his chest effective on a variety of occasions, manoeuvred his capacious shirt front into the largest demonstration possible, and then smiling retorted on his wife, thus: 'Sophronia, darling, Mr and Mrs Boffin will remind you of the old adage, that self-praise is no recommendation. 'Self-praise, Alfred? Do you mean because we are one and the same? 'No, my dear child.
'Always, replied Lammle, glooming considerably under his late treatment. 'Came natural to you, eh? said Fledgeby. 'The sex were pleased to like me, sir, said Lammle sulkily, but with the air of a man who had not been able to help himself. 'Made a pretty good thing of marrying, didn't you? asked Fledgeby. 'My late governor made a mess of it, said Fledgeby.
'I don't display camels myself, I am above them: I am a more solid man; but these camels have basked in the light of my countenance, and how dare you, sir, insinuate to me that I have irradiated any but unimpeachable camels? 'A lady! says Twemlow, pluming his ruffled feathers. 'Ask the favour of the lady's name. The lady's name is Lammle.
There was a lady's face at the window as he came up with this carriage, and he was passing it when the lady softly called to him by his name. 'I beg your pardon, Ma'am? said Mr Boffin, coming to a stop. 'It is Mrs Lammle, said the lady. Mr Boffin went up to the window, and hoped Mrs Lammle was well.
Always supposing that you did; I assert no knowledge of my own on the subject; it has been represented to me that you did. 'Then he told you? retorts Mrs Lammle, who again has saved her eyes while listening, and uses them with strong effect while speaking. 'Yes. 'It is strange that he should have told you the truth, says Mrs Lammle, seriously pondering.
But what does Fledgeby say? 'He says, replied Mrs Lammle, interpreting for him, and patting the back of her dear girl's hand, as if it were Fledgeby who was patting it, 'that it was no compliment, but a little natural act of homage that he couldn't resist. And, expressing more feeling as if it were more feeling on the part of Fledgeby, 'he is right, he is right!
'But is not my husband saying in effect, asked Mrs Lammle, therefore, with an innocent air, of Mr and Mrs Boffin, 'that he becomes unmindful of his own temporary misfortunes in his admiration of another whom he is burning to serve? And is not that making an admission that his nature is a generous one? I am wretched in argument, but surely this is so, dear Mr and Mrs Boffin?
Mindful of the wondering dinner, Twemlow, with a little twinge, admits the imputation. 'Probably it will not, says Mrs Lammle, with a certain hardened manner upon her, that makes Twemlow shrink, 'have surprised you so much as some others, after what passed between us at the house which is now turned out at windows.
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